Belated fall poem

The mountain gradually turns orange and burns away Like last summer’s sun Winter comes Or will come And likely, I’ll still be sitting at this desk Forgetting that leaves exist Turning the heat up and down Watching my neighbour clean her window Feeling the seasons change outside of me

When You Discover You’re Free

You discover you’re free spontaneously after driving down a country road on your way home and pulling over for gas. You fill up your tank and are about to leave but choose to go inside the general store instead. In that country general store, you find rows upon rows of things, going farther back, back,Continue reading “When You Discover You’re Free”